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Demetrius
Under gray skies with occasional patches of blue, Demetrius and Amara traveled I-95 toward New York City. Amara had closed her eyes, her face locked in a smile, recalling sensations of her lovemaking with Demetrius the night before. She opened her eyes and placed a warm hand on his thigh. “I’m glad we’re not sister and brother anymore.”
He smiled.
“You know what I was just thinking?”
“You like my buns?” he said, grinning playfully.
“I do and much more, but besides that. Life is meant to be lived in the moment.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like yesterday and now I feel at peace. I’m not worried about what’s going to happen in the next few hours, or who gave birth to me thirty-seven years ago. In one sense it really doesn’t matter.”
“Sometimes it matters a lot. If I didn’t ant
